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Chapter 84: Fainted Hearts & Fragile Truths
Sharmi woke up slowly, her head throbbing with a dull ache. The first thing she saw was Jay sitting near the bed, his face etched with worry and guilt. The memories rushed back — the argument, his anger, the sharp sting of his slap.
She sat up with surprising energy, her eyes blazing.
Before Jay could react, Sharmi’s hand flew across his face with a loud slap.
“How dare you!”
she shouted, voice shaking with fury. “Who gave you the right to touch me? You slapped me for what?”
Jay’s head jerked to the side. He touched his stinging cheek, regret flooding his eyes instantly.
“Sharmi… I’m sorry,” he said quickly, trying to calm her. “I panicked when you fainted. It was a moment of impulse. I lost myself.”
Sharmi stood up, breathing heavily, still furious.
“I Seriously look down on people who use violence to control others,” she said, voice trembling.
“You acted strange with me, and you think any reason would justifies it?”
Jay looked down, ashamed. “You acted strange with me too, unwantedly poked into my personal… but that’s no excuse. I’m truly sorry.”
Jay looked at Sharmi, she was still buring with rage, He know he is at full fault, he could not have used his hand, he could have spoke in words.
He fell to his knees in front of her, head bowed.
“I panicked the moment you fainted. It was an impulse. I lost control. Please forgive me.”
Sharmi looked at him for a long moment, her anger slowly softening as she saw the genuine remorse in his eyes. She sat back on the bed, exhaling deeply.
“In this world, every wrong thing happens because of a moment of impulse,”
Impulse had destroyed happiness and families, imagine what if something worse happens to me because of your impulse, will yuo answer my family?
Jay fears the worst imagining the scenario, he drops his head down in shame. The sight was bit unberable for Sharmi.
she said quietly. “You need to practice controlling your anger. Please stand up. I had given you a bigger place in my heart — as a friend and mentor. Seeing you like this… it hurts.”
Jay stood up slowly, still ashamed.
Sharmi glanced at the clock. It was already 10 AM.
“Did we miss the meeting?” she asked.
Jay nodded. “Yes. You slept for a long time. I was waiting for you to recover. When you didn’t wake up, I told them you were ill and taking rest. They went ahead.”
Sharmi looked disappointed, but she also felt partly responsible. Her “cupid tricks” had been backfiring ever since the flight. She decided, in that moment, to stop pushing so aggressively and rethink her strategy.
Jay hesitated, then asked carefully, “Why are you doing all this? How did you know Nikitha and I are a couple?”
Sharmi looked at him for a long moment.
“I’ll tell you,” she said. “But first, let’s have breakfast. I still feel weak… and you probably haven’t eaten either.”
Jay shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”
But Sharmi stood up, pulling him gently by the arm.
“Come on. We need to talk properly. And you need food.”
Breakfast at the Hotel Restaurant
They went down to the attached restaurant. The morning crowd was light. They sat at a quiet corner table. Sharmi ordered light breakfast — toast, fruits, and coffee. Jay barely touched his plate.
After a few minutes of silence, Sharmi spoke.
“I found out by accident,” she said quietly. “I saw Nikitha’s saree in your room. The way you two behave… the care, the distance, the way you look at each other when you think no one is watching. It didn’t add up with the ‘separate spouses abroad’ story. Then I found the wedding photo on your phone when I borrowed it.”
Jay froze, his face turning pale.
Sharmi continued gently.
“I don’t know the full story yet. But I can see both of you are hurting. I wanted to help… that’s why I was pushing. I thought jealousy might make Nikitha realize what she’s losing. But I see now… it’s more complicated than that.”
Jay looked down at his plate, voice heavy.
“You don’t know everything, Sharmi. Please… don’t tell anyone. Not yet.”
Sharmi nodded.
“I won’t. But you both need to talk. Properly. Before it’s too late.”
The breakfast continued in heavy silence, both lost in their own thoughts.
Will the truth come out in time?
Will Sharmi rework her strategy?
The answers would have to wait.
Sharmi woke up slowly, her head throbbing with a dull ache. The first thing she saw was Jay sitting near the bed, his face etched with worry and guilt. The memories rushed back — the argument, his anger, the sharp sting of his slap.
She sat up with surprising energy, her eyes blazing.
Before Jay could react, Sharmi’s hand flew across his face with a loud slap.
“How dare you!”
she shouted, voice shaking with fury. “Who gave you the right to touch me? You slapped me for what?”
Jay’s head jerked to the side. He touched his stinging cheek, regret flooding his eyes instantly.
“Sharmi… I’m sorry,” he said quickly, trying to calm her. “I panicked when you fainted. It was a moment of impulse. I lost myself.”
Sharmi stood up, breathing heavily, still furious.
“I Seriously look down on people who use violence to control others,” she said, voice trembling.
“You acted strange with me, and you think any reason would justifies it?”
Jay looked down, ashamed. “You acted strange with me too, unwantedly poked into my personal… but that’s no excuse. I’m truly sorry.”
Jay looked at Sharmi, she was still buring with rage, He know he is at full fault, he could not have used his hand, he could have spoke in words.
He fell to his knees in front of her, head bowed.
“I panicked the moment you fainted. It was an impulse. I lost control. Please forgive me.”
Sharmi looked at him for a long moment, her anger slowly softening as she saw the genuine remorse in his eyes. She sat back on the bed, exhaling deeply.
“In this world, every wrong thing happens because of a moment of impulse,”
Impulse had destroyed happiness and families, imagine what if something worse happens to me because of your impulse, will yuo answer my family?
Jay fears the worst imagining the scenario, he drops his head down in shame. The sight was bit unberable for Sharmi.
she said quietly. “You need to practice controlling your anger. Please stand up. I had given you a bigger place in my heart — as a friend and mentor. Seeing you like this… it hurts.”
Jay stood up slowly, still ashamed.
Sharmi glanced at the clock. It was already 10 AM.
“Did we miss the meeting?” she asked.
Jay nodded. “Yes. You slept for a long time. I was waiting for you to recover. When you didn’t wake up, I told them you were ill and taking rest. They went ahead.”
Sharmi looked disappointed, but she also felt partly responsible. Her “cupid tricks” had been backfiring ever since the flight. She decided, in that moment, to stop pushing so aggressively and rethink her strategy.
Jay hesitated, then asked carefully, “Why are you doing all this? How did you know Nikitha and I are a couple?”
Sharmi looked at him for a long moment.
“I’ll tell you,” she said. “But first, let’s have breakfast. I still feel weak… and you probably haven’t eaten either.”
Jay shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”
But Sharmi stood up, pulling him gently by the arm.
“Come on. We need to talk properly. And you need food.”
Breakfast at the Hotel Restaurant
They went down to the attached restaurant. The morning crowd was light. They sat at a quiet corner table. Sharmi ordered light breakfast — toast, fruits, and coffee. Jay barely touched his plate.
After a few minutes of silence, Sharmi spoke.
“I found out by accident,” she said quietly. “I saw Nikitha’s saree in your room. The way you two behave… the care, the distance, the way you look at each other when you think no one is watching. It didn’t add up with the ‘separate spouses abroad’ story. Then I found the wedding photo on your phone when I borrowed it.”
Jay froze, his face turning pale.
Sharmi continued gently.
“I don’t know the full story yet. But I can see both of you are hurting. I wanted to help… that’s why I was pushing. I thought jealousy might make Nikitha realize what she’s losing. But I see now… it’s more complicated than that.”
Jay looked down at his plate, voice heavy.
“You don’t know everything, Sharmi. Please… don’t tell anyone. Not yet.”
Sharmi nodded.
“I won’t. But you both need to talk. Properly. Before it’s too late.”
The breakfast continued in heavy silence, both lost in their own thoughts.
Will the truth come out in time?
Will Sharmi rework her strategy?
The answers would have to wait.
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